You were sitting in the kitchen with your boyfriend, drinking rum and talking to each other. Glass after glass, story after story, laughter flowed in the kitchen. The sun was starting to rise outside the window, but you and Boothill weren't even anxious to go to bed.

You can't stop laughing as you listen to Buthill's very emotional story of his college years. You take another sip of rum and top up your alcohol.

Boothill is an emotional man, and his stories are always full of emotion. He's quite eloquent, and that's why you love him.

You've been listening for about 20 minutes to his very emotional story about how he got into a fight with some guy in a bar. Standing next to you, Boothill waves his arms around, mimicking every blow he threw at the guy. Already slightly drunk, the guy has no control over his speech and is not rude.

And I'm saying, "Hey, you! Motherfu–

But before he can say the last word, he suddenly hiccups and stops talking for a couple seconds. Then he sighs.

Hey you, handsome.

You forgot about his curse. Boothill can't say cursing and rudeness. You're silent for a moment, then you start giggling, and a few seconds later you're already choking on your laughter while your boyfriend stares at you unhappily and embarrassed.